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[verybitter]

So I'm home because I am too tired to get up early anymore. Blue Rodeo is in the background and I think it's making me a little sad. I'm going to the library again today. I have so much to do. I'm not sure if I can get all of this done. I don't have enough energy. There is a staff part on the 11 at Hard Rock. I shouldn't go due to money issues but

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[into_the_dirt]

happy oldness ombre'! i mean its only a weeeeee bit late. . . i'm sorry! i don't have a computer. . . its more of a table now. . . hey kelsey, one from Ottawa i'll never forget. . . can i ask a question. . . damnright i can cuz you can't say no. . . why do i feel so guilty inside all the time?? why is it that everyone else needs to be above me? why can't i just say no? oh wait. . . that was the plan for tomorrow. . .

[into_the_dirt]

i want to leave. i want to sit in the grass, drink some really steller beer, and listen to what everything else has to say. i want to get on a bus and fade away. . . its hard to opeque. . . 1/2 there and 1/2 forgot. a wee lil maggot (listening to slipknot). i am remebered by someone i never ment to forget. he believes in me as i belive in. . . well, you. he thinks i can make it. he isn't a she. he seems to believe that with all i am and all i'm not, we're the best that we've ever got. . . i miss you. i hope your well. . . (see Ian's Vitals)